Thank you for putting up with me.
I know I've been a bitch.
I wish someone
would try to break
these walls of stone
That surround my heart.
Then they would see
That they're only painted on.
I've tossed my "friends" aside,
giving only cold affection,
for I know no other way.
Even those that I call "villain"
have been better friends than I.
It's not that I don't want
to hold your hand.
I just don't know how.
I'm sorry.
My heart longs to
bleed out of me
and into you,
to care the way
you want me to care.
But only gasps emerge
when I attempt to speak.
So I'll cloak my emotions
in words,
and attempt to write
my misguided soul
onto a piece of paper.
It will have to suffice.
Can I ever apologize enough
for all the nothing that
I didn't do?
